Hearing this unsettling greeting, whose meaning eluded others but was very much understood by the person concerned, Thales uncontrollably twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Katerina Corleone...
Seven years ago, the traumatic night in Birchwood Forest returned to his mind, forcing Thales to restrain himself from reaching for his neck.
Le Corleone once again bowed respectfully, his demeanor proper but emanating an indefinable chill, "Forgive my late visit to meet you at the Palace of Vacuity, due to well-known reasons, I can only visit on appropriate nights."
Jann looked at Thales and then at the Vampire Count before him, contemplative.
"Good, very good, extremely good," Thales coughed, "That I and Her Majesty Katerina—"
"Mutual admiration, enduring friendship," Le spoke decisively, brooking no argument, as he pulled out a letter from his chest, "Here is her letter."
Mutual admiration.
Enduring friendship.
